Why?

Life is one long question!

Why?

 

Come to daddy                              Why?

Eat your tea Sam                           Why?

Be a good boy for mummy           Why?

Why do you keep saying why?     Why?

Time to get up Sam                       Why?

Time for bed                                 Why?

 

Why is your hair going grey daddy?

Why does that dog have a big tummy?

Why are you drinking beer grandad?

Why does that spider have seven legs?

Why can’t daddies have babies mummy?

 

Why do I have to be home by ten mum?

Why can’t I buy these trainers dad?

Why do I have to come on holiday with you?

Why can’t I leave my homework till tomorrow?

Why must I tidy up my room?

Why are you such a pain dad?

 

Why do we need to ask boring Boris to the wedding?

Why do we need a house with three bedrooms?

Why did we buy a house with only three bedrooms?

Why on earth did we decide to have children Sam?

Why are teenagers so awkward?

Why have they turned out so well balanced?

 

Why didn’t I stop working years ago?

Why can’t I stop worrying about the kids?

Why do I feel so tired in the mornings darling?

Why am I passing blood doctor?

Why can’t I get more chemo’?

Why me?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your words are well-crafted, but what speaks louder is the progression of your message. You’ve done a brilliant job of taking us on a purposeful journey thru some typical lives, but you do it in an original way! The ending is powerful & adds even more meaning to many of the preceding questions. You remind me how I’ve never had kids, so I never got all those endless “why” questions (except from plentiful nieces & nephews, whom I could ignore! *wink! wink!*) Fondly, Margie

[alanwgraham]

Thanks Margie. I know that there's no poetic merit in this offering but I had the idea and I think it does convey some truth. Our grandson is nearing his first 'why' and I'm getting ready. I see you've been doing some time travel -great picture.
Alan

[barleygirl]

Thank you . . . it gets tiring, seeing this wrinkled old mug every morning over my cup of coffee!

[Neville]

we never stop asking this fundamental question do we....the thirst for knowledge and or reassurances as we journey through life is just too strong and compelling to ignore..... your title reminded me of that iconic 70's poster depicting the stricken soldier and the caption WHY.... I like this Alan, I like it a lot...... N

[alanwgraham]

Thanks Neville. At this moment I'm lying in a bunkhouse on the isle of Arran thinking why do I have to go home tomorrow! I am therefore I think!
Cheers
Alan

[Neville]

I understand exactly..... safe journey my friend.. Neville

[sette]

the endless questions and the sometimes accurate most of the times inaccurate answers.. the joy of discovering every angle in life is such a work of wonder.,

[alanwgraham]

Thanks sette. This was fun at first but ended up where we all do. I'm afraid I do ask why a lot but mainly to myself. Why?
Take care.
Alan

[Chris Shaw]

You have just reminded me of all those why questions little children ask, over and over again. Your poem takes the reader on a journey through life and as it progresses to the final stanza, some really important questions are asked. The questions become far more serious and is in stark contrast to the type of questions at the start of your poem asked by little children. The ending is particularly poignant. Well written Alan.

Chris

[alanwgraham]

Thanks Chris. I do have an enquiring mind which can make life difficult at times. Especially when I get the wrong answers! Our first grandson is approaching the why stage which we are looking forward to.
All the best.
Alan

[Chris Shaw]

Have great fun with that Alan !

[Onlyme]

this starts of light and funny and the dark and tragic. Such is life. Excellent poem about life through the ages.

[alanwgraham]

Many thanks dee. I had this idea of telling a life through all the why's we ask. Asking questions is what makes us human but we dont always like the answers.
All the best to you.
Alan

[Onlyme]

Thankyou Alan.